Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Northern Plains...”

Jiang Ding’s eyes were emitting green light.

”No, not the Northern Plains; it’s the entirety of this world, the people of this world—they all need saving.”

”Those damned demon cultivators, the Cannibal Demon Tribe, and the bullshit of clan bloodlines, along with all kinds of sacrilegious incense fire rites, they’re all calamities upon this world. One by one, I’ll eradicate them and restore justice to the common people.”

”So what if the previous Dari Swordsman disappeared? I haven’t used any immortal techniques!”

”However, I am still too weak... I must wait a little longer.”

Jiang Ding calmed the uncontrollable sense of justice surging in his heart.

Thereupon, he spent five hundred and twenty billion low-grade spirit stones to purchase a piece of Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal from the Xianmen Sect’s Steel Corporation in Xiandu.

A few minutes after the payment, a palm-sized piece of pure golden Geng Metal pierced through the space to appear in front of Jiang Ding. The thousands of kilometers’ distance seemed as good as face-to-face.

This piece of Number Four Geng Metal shone dazzlingly bright and was extremely sharp. A mere wisp of its aura could pierce through space and easily kill Nascent Soul Monks like slaughtering weeds, hardly an effort at all.

That was indeed material of fifth order, at the peak level of divinity transformation.

By then, Jiang Ding had exhausted all his spirit stones; his pockets were completely empty, and he had become an utter pauper.

Let alone buying things; he didn’t even have the money for his daily cultivation expenses and social exchanges.

”No matter, no matter.”

”Wealth disperses only to return; being able to spend money is a good thing, as it represents a cultivator’s potential.”

Jiang Ding reassured himself.

Immediately, he took out all his Sun Flame Crystals and piled them up into a small mound on the ground.

The Dyson Sun Sword Domain was of no use anymore; it couldn’t smelt materials of this grade. Only by stacking up the number of Sun Flame Crystals could he do it, and after a single use, they were entirely gone.

But there was no need to worry; he wouldn’t need it in the future.

In the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, two rivers flowed year-round, known as the River of Sun Flame and the Moon Creek River. The River of Sun Flame was for smelting, the Moon Creek River for tempering; their effects far surpassed the Sun Flame Crystals and didn’t even cost anything, simply perfect.

Jiang Ding ignited the Sun Flame Crystal pile with his Sword Intent.

A spark ignited, and immediately, a several meters tall flame of Sword Intent surged upward. The Taiqing Flying Sword and the Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal were placed within it.

All around, there were many materials such as uranium, silicon, and copper iron scattered over several kilometers.

Jiang Ding pointed with his finger, drawing a strand of flame from the center to fall among the various ordinary materials gathered around. At that moment, the spark exploded, and a great swathe of materials instantaneously melted, essences were extracted, and bit by bit, they flowed into the Taiqing Flying Sword and the Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal.

Under the incineration of the Sun Flame Crystal fire, it took about a year for the Number Four Synthetic Geng Metal to barely melt.

Jiang Ding used Divine Sense and Sword Intent as brush, the essence of all earthly gold as the ink, and continuously traced within the Taiqing Flying Sword, engraving the Great Sun Tian Gang Ban, thereby gradually enhancing the Taiqing Flying Sword’s control over the grand trends of nature.

In fact, according to efficiency, it would be better to refine after producing Great Sun Luminous Gold; the current refining process was extremely slow, just about the same as the efficiency of an ordinary Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch refining a Primordial Spirit Treasure.

However, accounts can’t be settled this way.

The Taiqing Flying Sword was his lifebound Sword of Dao Foundation, regardless of efficiency or reason. As long as he was still alive, he should refine it at the earliest opportunity.

This was a habit, a firm will, not something that could be compared with mere efficiency.